If you followed my blog or Facebook book page in December, you’ll recall the “I want a puppy” dilemma. Recap: The only thing my daughter wanted for Christmas was a puppy, and she’s pretty hardcore when it comes to believing in things so I worried we’d have:
“I asked Santa for puppy.”
“I didn’t get it.”
“Santa must not exist.”
Which is exactly why she doesn’t wish on stars anymore.
As Christmas neared, matters went from bad to worse as she handed me her letter to Santa:
A dog, a cat and a dolphin? WE’RE DOOMED!
Me: “A real dolphin might be difficult to take care of, sweetie.”
Her: “Mom, don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want a real dolphin. We don’t even have a swimming pool for it to live in!”
Wait a second. Was this an opening to save Christmas? She wanted a stuffed dolphin (duh mom!). Perhaps, we could pull off the stuffed dogs for a real dog if we did it right.
We went to Pet Smart and bought an indoor dog house to fill with stuffed puppies. Next, we scoured Toys ‘R’ Us and Hallmark to find puppies who barked, read books, and were just the softest animals we could find. We came home with Pugs and Chocolate Labs and Doberman Pinschers and more to fill the door of the dog house. I also wrote a note from Santa explaining that the Iwashyna Inn was full, but he hoped she enjoyed these stuffed puppies.
We wrapped everything up and waited until morning with fear and anticipation.
She found the dolphin first.
Well, that went well, but I already knew that’s what she wanted. So what about the dog house?
She adored it and never questioned Santa’s decision. I was so relieved I forgot to take a photo, but she spent most of Christmas morning sitting inside of the house surrounded by stuffed puppies and smiling.
So I think we’re all good — at least until her birthday in April.